Now, nope, not an 18+ poem
Despite the title
Of anything hot, sleazy, or swoony
Nothing too \'exciting\' now, advises Fido!
It\'s me in my illness
Not knowing if I will have a night sweat or not
And I\'m not the only one
Infirm in the house
I know the real cause for me -
Nightmares of KP and her trout-like advances!
Sends me into a twirl
A sort of hot flush
Have to wash the sheets yet
All yucky and soaking
Even change them in middle of the night
I\'ve resumed some singing though
Ahh - \'so you\'re not getting better\', you say
We\'re all mucking in
The sick, or just-recovered ones
Helping the other sick ones
We can\'t blame the month in itself
As a \'mensis horribilis\'
(Mensis - Latin for month, singular)
Though it happened
It all started off the end of last month